"[i]Wake up, boy. You have work to do. "[/i] Oozed the voice inside of the young man's head. The man looked up to the ceiling of his bed room. He was still wearing his jeans from the night before. He must have collapsed after whatever he had done. Sometimes he could not remember his times walking the streets trying catch as many scumbags as he could. Course the voice did not seem to care. It was furious about something. Jack got up and walked towards one of the mirrors in his room. He thought he looked pretty good but the Whisper thought otherwise. 

[i]"You are fragile, child. If you want to help in the city you must be stronger than this. You are weak. We can do this if you work. "[/i] The voice said being helpful. It seemed to switch between trying to drive Jack insane. Other times it tried to mentor him. Sometimes it demanded he kill every thug he find while other times it said to think of their children. Jack gave up months ago in his struggle to understand the voice. All he knew was that it was connected to his powers. 

"Well I don't have work today so I could work on that?" He offered seemingly talking to the air. That seemed to shut the Whisper up. He needed an outlet for all his anger. It was either an outlet or thugs would be found impaled on wrought iron fences around the city. He wanted to try boxing but that seemed out of the question. There had to be another way. 

Jack grabbed his headphones and quickly changed up so he could go run. Five minutes later he was heading towards downtown. His powers did give him a great deal of stamina. He had his mask in his pocket should he need it.